
An Exciting Day Begins
For years, it didn’t matter which exotic and exciting place I told my mother we were about to visit, her response was the same, “I sure wish you’d go to the Grand Hotel.” Well, when I woke up in the Marriot Courtyard Inn in Petoskey, Mom’s wish was about to come true.
I was up early like I always am and hit the shower, because we had tickets for the first Shepler Ferry Boat of the day. Then I went down to the cafe where I’d already scoped out the fact that they had Diet Dr Pepper. Returning to the room, I helped Bill get ready for the day, because we all had to report to the lobby at 7:30 AM sharp. Our ride on the ferry was without incident and we were soon on Mackinac Island.

Welcome to Mackinac Island
We made our way down the gangplank and onto the island. The one thing everyone knows about Mackinac Island is that there are no motorized vehicles allowed. Near the pier you can catch many types of horse drawn vehicles, but we opted to walk up the hill to the Grand Hotel.
What a charming place it was! My excitement was building with every step. I was nearing the place my mother had recommended to me for years on end.



Then suddenly the wait was over. I was at The Grand Hotel.




If you’ve never been, then be warned, you can’t just waltz in for a visit. There’s a $10 per person fee for everyone. And you can’t show up barefoot in your bikini. Proper dress is required. After 6PM men require a jacket and The Grand Hotel does not believe women should wear slacks. I guess we passed muster, because they gladly took our money and allowed us to take our self-guided tour of the grounds.
My mother had told me all about rules and for her sake I’d dressed up for our day on Mackinac, from my full brimmed sun-hat, to my floral dress, to my snazzy shoes, I was intent on making Mom proud.
The place has a huge visual impact, but I just couldn’t wait to get out on that long front porch and sit in one of their rocking chairs. Mom loved everything about The Grand Hotel but she loved those rocking chairs best of all. I finally planted myself in one and whispered to my mom, “Well, Ruth, I made it.”
Emotion swept over me in a way I never expected. Tears began to run down my face and my shoulders shook, from my sobs. I guess everyone else thought I was crazy, but Mom and I were having a moment.
The tears passed and the moment was over. I was ready for my self-guided tour. Bill and I headed one way and the rest of them headed in another. Here’s a sample of what we saw.












After walking around inside the hotel, we set out to see something of the grounds. Everything is immaculately maintained. I saw no leaf out of place, no paint beginning to peel and every single piece of grass seemed to be part of a large shag carpet. Here’s a few of those exterior shots, including our fellow travelers and us.




















Our sweet nephew had arranged for us all to have the amazing buffet lunch. Soon it was time to make our way back to the dining room to be seated. I was really excited, because my mom had certainly been fond of the meals at The Grand Hotel. Come back next week and find out how it was.










Bye Bye Road!
Oak Creek CanyonÂ
TRAVEL THERE: CHAPEL OF THE HOLY CROSS
Confession, while I may not need to hone my skills at savoring a Mickey D’s breakfast, Bill is right that I do not savor enough. I want to see everything right now and I want to see all of it fast.Â
Visiting the Chapel
However, when you actually entered the chapel things had changed drastically. A huge life-sized crucifix has been placed inside, dominating the view of the valley from the interior. I had fond memories of standing inside the chapel, close to the huge windows, looking down on the valley. Am I allowed to say that I loved the sculpture of Christ on the Cross, but I didn’t like what it did to the chapel?
On other visits I’d had a difficult time dragging myself away from the chapel. This time, I was in and out in moments. Once outside you became aware of something else that had changed – the view outside the chapel. See that enormous house just to the left of center. They should be ashamed of themselves. Overly ostentatious and very distracting!
So, I’ve decided to retain my memories of the chapel before these latest additions. The sculpture and the house will stay and other distractions may be added, but I’m just going to keep my old memories intact and go to the old chapel in my brain. Â
TRAVEL THERE: REVISITING A FAVORITE SPOT
Pedal to the Metal
TRAVEL THERE: SCOTTSDALE’S GORGEOUS DESERT GARDEN
Trying to locate the Desert Preserve, Bill found an open house he wanted to visit. We’d visited another open house earlier in the day, one that would be in our price range and confirmed Scottsdale was not an option for us. The open house close to the preserve as a million dollar beauty you’d get for closer to six hundred thousand here in the Dallas area. We were definitely just looking.
We definitely didn’t have on the right shoes. There was a trail, but it wasn’t a nice smooth flat space. It was laced with deep cuts, from rain water (I suppose) and strewn with pebbles and good sized rocks.  After we had gone maybe 50 yards we reevaluated our desire to hike. It was just about dusk and since we had no idea what we were doing, we decided to just take photos in the picturesque area we’d happened upon.
TRAVEL THERE: WHO KNEW SCOTTSDALE HAD A WATERFRONT?
Periodically, there would be musical acts or various things to eat or drink. We were still very full from our late morning breakfast buffet, so we weren’t interested in the comestibles, but the entertainment was appreciated. This violinist was among our favorites. Bill took many pictures trying to capture her pure enjoyment of her own music. This is as close as he got.
TRAVEL THERE: GOLF IN ARIZONA
Just a Little Way Up the Road
Dove Valley Ranch Golf Club
using an old-fashioned viewfinder, rather than trying to see an LED screen. Bill, of course, has some fancy, expensive, heavy camera for his professional pursuits, but I wanted a camera of my very own. I’d taken it for a test drive or two since I’d gotten it, but this Arizona Adventure had been its first bit of travel.
I’ve said it before, I love the desert. It has a calming and soothing effect on me, but at the same time it just makes me happy. To me, cactus is both regal and funny. I think about how long it takes it to grow and wonder at how little water it takes to keep it healthy. Then I look at the odd shapes it chooses to grow in and I just want to laugh.

